“There are two ways by which the spirit of a culture may be shriveled. In the first—the #Orwellian —culture becomes a prison. In the second—the Huxleyan—culture becomes a burlesque. No one needs to be reminded that our world is now marred by many prison-cultures…. it makes little difference if our wardens are inspired by right- or left-wing ideologies. The gates of the prison are equally impenetrable, surveillance equally rigorous, icon-worship pervasive…. #BigBrother does not watch us, by his choice. We watch him, by ours…. When a population becomes distracted by trivia, when cultural life is redefined as a perpetual round of entertainments, when serious public conversation becomes a form of baby-talk, when, in short, a people become an audience, and their public business a vaudeville act, then a nation finds itself at risk; culture-death is a clear possibility.”— Professor Neil Postman
#DonaldTrump no longer needs to launch #TrumpTV .
He’s already the star of his own political reality show.
#Americans have a voracious appetite for TV entertainment, and the Trump reality show—guest starring outraged #Democrats with a newly awakened conscience for immigrants and the poor, power-hungry #Republicans eager to take advantage of their return to power, and a hodgepodge of other special interest groups with dubious motives—feeds that appetite for titillating, soap opera drama.
After all, who needs the insults, narcissism and power plays that are hallmarks of reality shows such as #CelebrityApprentice or #KeepingUpwiththeKardashians when you can have all that and more delivered up by the likes of Donald Trump and his cohorts?
Yet as John Lennon reminds us, “nothing is real,” especially not in the world of politics.
Much like the fabricated universe in Peter Weir’s 1998 film The Truman Show, in which a man’s life is the basis for an elaborately staged television show aimed at selling products and procuring ratings, the political scene in the #UnitedStates has devolved over the years into a carefully calibrated exercise in how to manipulate, polarize, propagandize and control a population. ✋🏾More in comments👇🏾#PoliticalTheater#Americorp
Workout complete right after work even tho I just wanted to dive into my bed😆 this bug is trying to attack me and I'll do everything in my powers to not let it! The show must go on😆 😷 sick bug stay the bleep away!
🚨 BREAKING KIM K. WEST ROBERY NEWS! 🚨
What a traumatic experience it must have been for queen kim. Well we are thankful that the BCITG is safe and sound. Our Blogger Brit Brit at 18 had a crazy obsessed ex try to stop her from going to college because he was. Insecure and he pulled a gun on her. To even hear her talk about I can tell the fear that brings when you think someone is going to kill you .
Kim Kardashian's Paris robbery police report revealed: " He took out a gun and I showed him the ring"
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Whilst in the throes of getting her once super-poppin social media life back in order, Kim Kardashian's first-hand account of her Paris robbery has been released. ----------------------------------------- .
On the heels of the arrests of 17 suspects in connection to the 35-year-old's harrowing October 2016 trauma--in which she was forcefully relieved of over $5.6 million worth of jewelry-- the French authorities have published homegirl's official statement concerning her horrifying shakedown. ----------------------------------------- . "I heard a noise at the door, like footsteps, and I shouted, asking, 'Who's there?' No one answered. I called every my bodyguard at 2:56 a.m. Through the door, I saw two people arrive, plus the night man who was tied up," Kanye's wifey spilled to police according to a translated excerpt via People Magazine. ----------------------------------------- . "It's the one with the ski goggles who stayed with me.
I used to go out and party.
And on social media my life looked great.
I was skinny, tanned and had a pretty, slinky outfit and heels for every Saturday night.
I was living for the weekends.
Drinking to get drunk.
Getting down with the selfie crew
Snapping pics of me looking hawt so I'd feel like I was showing up in the world
Like I was really a part of this thing called life.
That's what everyone seemed to do
Work hard, party harder.
And they found it so fun.
But I was BORED.
Bored of the fake small talk. Fake hair. Fake nails. Fake lashes & Fake boobs in your face.
And these were the people I was trying to fit in with.
Dressed up to the nines to feel attractive.
Seeking attention from guys so I could fuel my worth.
Well why else are we dressed in tight ass dresses that nearly flash all our jewels?
And shoes that we can just about stand in sober, let alone dance a few drinks in
But we did it. We partied hard.
I felt the fake-ness though.
Looking around the club
It didn't feel real.
I didn't really wanna be there.
I looked the part - but I wasn't that girl.
The champagne lifestyle sucked my soul dry.
I wanted more.
I craved depth. Conversations. Real talk about things that mattered.
Moments shared doing things other than drinking
Not boozing my life away.
I'd much rather dance around in the rain barefoot in my yoga pants
High on life and chai
But I was lost. In myself.
Unsure & insecure.
If I didn't go out, I'd be alone
And feel like I was missing out.
My boyfriends eyes would wander for sure at all the hot tottie on display in the club.
Well these were my torturous thoughts.
So I went. And showed up.
To the club. Every weekend.
And drank to get drunk.
But it was all a front.
And really I was empty inside. •